A postscript to yesterday's bikeride:
Right after taking the last photo yesterday I began pushing my cycle. The ground beneath my feet felt uneven, then the whole world started spinning. I lurched to the side of the path and sat down feeling weak and confused. I didn't know what had happened. I thought maybe eating something would be the answer. It wasn't. My sandwich soon made an unwelcome re-appearance.
I sat. I stood up. I staggered and sat down again, I can't recall ever feeling worse. But the point of this post isn't to wallow in my own suffering but to tell you of the Good Samaritans who helped me out.
- a man out walking his dogs asked if he could help. He couldn't run me home as he had a hospital appointment that afternoon. But he would find someone who could.
- he soon came back with a man who had been parking his car. He would take me home but had no room in his car for the bike. The two of them supervised locking the bike up safely. At this stage I couldn't care less about the bicycle.
- second man took me in his car to my door but wouldn't take anything for his trouble.
- when I began to feel a little better I phoned my brother. He'd pick up the bike after work. No problem.
- my brother's boss said he could borrow the works van for the task.
so ailing man and bicycle were eventually re-united safe at home. I can only assume that I had some kind of food-poisoning. I'm gradually improving, thanks. But I cannot thank those Good Samaritans enough.